magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

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11 July 1999

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couldn't bear to paint anymore so i began working on book ideas today. didn't feel like sunday at all, having drank thursday and friday and worked all day saturday and today.

i kinda feel like i'm going about this book thing the wrong way. i have format ideas, but no real content. seems i should have the content first and let it dictate the correct form.

just after i got into bed i started thinking that i should talk to alex since we both liked the first apartment we looked at, but since the group effort to rent the whole house fell through he's decided to live on campus. and since i didn't like the second place i've been thinking it might have made sense for the two of us to rent the upstairs in the first place. but i haven't been able to really bring it up.